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In the Sense of Being EveryWhere


This is inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt of.  ‘Where are you from’  day 10

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into the Infinite

There is a sense of Everywhere in me

That Infinity has me and I am all That

The complete mystery of what that means

to be of stars and galaxies

to be of nebula and unmeasured

vastness

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The dead darkness of nothingness

 and the blinding sparkle of starlight 

 within eternal spirals of MilkWays 

 beyond my smallness, the hardly-a- 

 speck of me in the EveryWhere 

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And yet, Infinity has all of me

here on this rotating blue green planet

nestle in an orbital path around one

grand and yet very small Sun

holding my temporal body hostage

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To gravitational pull and assured 

body death as I live held here in the

choice of communing with others

that has distant remembrance

of the electric Blue entity of my Soul

that has made a short respite on Earth

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To live to know love and tenderness

To die to the release, 

to again find freedom 

in the Everywhere 

of Everything 

and Nothingness.  

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Souls travel to know this voluminesences

This magnificence of such a Mystery

of the One Heart unfolding into every 

boundless other heart, remembering

the quintessential vibration of Oneness

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~ cc jeanne Adwani

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Nature Spirits are Seen


Day 5.. NaPoWriMo  New Moon in Aries

A Villanelle.  A french form of poetry that I feel compelled to try.  A first time dive.

The first line I choose to begin this poem is from the Astrological Sabian Symbol for this New Moon.

It spoke to me.  I read it on www.mysticmamma.com.   A worthy site for following the Lunation of the Moon

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Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

A finger snap out of the shadows dancing

Soften your eyes to the magic to see what you get

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Quick in our ways of busy we forget

In child like wonder lives this remembrance

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

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All hail to a heart wide open to be Spirit met

On the horizon in the forest light seen

Soften your eyes to the magic to feel what you get

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In the meadows and gardens they set

Among the blooms of flower scent

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

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Oh to be of a child’s mind in no regret

Of  joy and innocence with eyes wide open

Soften Your eyes to the magic to see what You get

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Surrender, receive with innocent eyes re-set

Take in the Sunrise for recalibrated refresh

Soften your eyes to the magic to see what you get

Nature Spirits are seen in the Light of Sunset

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** cc Jeanne adwani

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05/04/2019 · 9:53 am

The Willow, The Rapids


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Morning…

This poem, which I am about to ‘makeup’ in this moment, is from the prompt given on the NaPoWriMo.net page.

I read a beautiful poem there by Claire Wahmanholm, The Meadow, The River, that inspired this moment of flow.

Let me see what’s going to pour out …

~~~  The Willow, The Rapids ~~~~~

My eyes followed the half of her

that went into the river

Her other half fluttered in the wind

Caught in the droop of willow branches

Holding her in a delicate balance

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I tried to catch one of her eyes

The one in the tree held to silence

Closed and serene

The one in the rapids

Wild like the water consuming her

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Should I save her from drowning?

In the wildness of herself?

Should I save her from the whip of the winds

In the fresh calm of herself?

I laid myself perfectly at the tip of that pinpoint

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I felt into the drown of my wild concerns

Breathing into the serenity of the winds caress

Feeling into the desire of both of those halves

in the surrender of perceive wholeness

Making a break from each other

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There was a losing to find

There was a split of understand

The hologram of wholeness was breathing water

And each breath took in the rapids.

Swimming in the wind has its answers

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~~ cc jeanne adwani

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Night laid herself down


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Night swallowed up all the shiny blue

It swallowed up the deep grey gloom   

It swallowed up difference and likenesses

It swallowed lit corners and ate

shadows.

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Night swallowed up the tired and depleted

the lonely and forgotten

Night swallowed up all the joys

and gratitudes, the platitudes, and honors

tucking them in for a Sunny return

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Night came to give rest to the light

To quiet the busy mind

To give replenishment for the long day

To lay down the dreams

of possibilities

of hope,

of making better.

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Ending the worst for a new chance

Dreams of Love and beauty that will find light

in the new day.

Herald a new Alchemy for tomorrow.

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And maybe

Night came to have no dreams at all

save for the tender dive

into the want of nothingness

to forget regrets and disappointments

to simply fall deep down the path

of sleep.

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Night laid Herself down

 

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HOW COULD SHE, DARE SHE?


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She came hard, harsh

An unexpected Storm

in a sea of discontent

on the waves of unaware.

In statements and betrayals

A tsunami of igniting

Emotions laid raw,

confused, vulnerable

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She ripped the sails off the

Relation-ship

Tore them to shreds with

verbs and adjectives.

Giving nouns to perspectives

In the way objectivity

breaks at the heart

taking on the personal.

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She broke the mast nearly in half

held by the ropes in angry twists

and bitter, knotted, tongues

wagging words of Heart ache

and how could she, dare she.

All caught in the rage

of the collective Exhale,

A Dragon sentinel holds the entrance

with fire breath, and stomping tail

No one in or out within the

burning belly of the

Ship of relations.

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Her storm left the Ship in wreck

Debris lay waste and wanting

Scattered sentences and words

strewn as far as the horizon.

Waves stumbled over dying nouns

Crashing out the last yearning utterances,

and carved in the sand with strained hope

“I love you no matter what.”

Ace of Cup.

Wholy Grail.

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IT IS IN THE BONES OF YOU


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It is ALL in the bones of you

The lineage of ancient times

In the Infinite timelessness

Waiting for the entire frame of you

Wrapped in sinew and cartilage

Muscle and skin,

In all that DNA longing

For witnessing and your

Remembrance.

Yearning for you to awaken

To where you came from

In the nebula bursts,

In the wormholes of the deep dark

Amidst  planets being born

Next to those dying

In the infinite spirals

Of the Galactic vastness

That laid a single seed in you

That holds you in the Light of forever

You, a traveler finding your

Many selves in the One Self

Finding yourself In the One Heart

And

It matters Not that you believe this

Believe nothing,  Believe everything.

Beliefs will separate you from others

It IS

All settled in those Bones of you

All that right there waiting.

Waiting for you to Listen

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IN THE STILLNESS SHE IS MOST LOUD


 

In the stillness she is most loud

Singing and dancing in the quietude

Pleased with how it is her best kept secret

Where she keeps all of her whimsy and need

All of her rage and discontent

All of her wisdom and magic

It’s where she gives voice to herself

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She doesn’t bother with those that

Out-loud above everyone else

Those that drown her out

in their righteous verbosity,

wall-flowering her against invisible walls

and into shadow corners

Those big selves all puffed up,

swilling words of lazy drivel

as if they are the elixir

of life.

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In the stillness the best of her resides

in the vast landscape built on dreams and

and possibilities of how imagining everything

can have a place in her everywhere

in the ease of her inner eye

and her vocal heart

always feeling in on the look out

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In the stillness she is most loud

avoiding the surrounding ease of chaos

in the overwhelm and consume of the

bantering and battling with

Ego fervor and fuck you’s

that breed more hallowed emptiness

in the presence of so much abundance.

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She doesn’t bother with the noise anymore

Settled into the oasis of her inner

knowing, calm in the waiting

for her time when stillness and peace

Unity and love, a good earth and water

is what the starving masses hunger for

and the revolution of the heart in it’s

deep wisdom is the loud voice calling

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